Here are some sketches for a new project, and a few rantings spelled on our fridge door last night: I want a luscious garden. Please worship my repulsive white drool. Lather the man with sausage juice. Spray beneath her boil. The ugly goddess needs a skin pole. I must elaborate: you will lick rust deliriously and cry. Eat away at raw underpants but never produce delicate language.